It was a hot summers day by the beach at the Bay of Islands in New Zealand, and as a small breeze went by my best friend Lena's coconut sunscreen filled my nostrils as she rolled over onto her back, her breasts exposed to the sun, rubbing more sunscreen on them, me watching and giggling at her.
Two boys walk by and shouted out to us. I lean up on my elbows, forgetting I'm giving them a full view of my also exposed breasts, as one boy points at me to his friends, I raise my Dolce & Gabbana sunglasses and ask 'Do you want something?'
They immediately go red and begin to walk away, continuity looking back over their shoulders.
'I'm hungry' Lena complained.
Lena is a tall, lean brunette with amazingly big breasts for someone so slight.
Lena and me are the very best of friends. We headed up North for the summer with my parents, away from our boyfriends and everyone else we knew.
I'm also brunette, and in contrast to Lena, I'm petit.
I got up off my beach towel and wiggled into my black short shorts, as Lena handed me my bikini top.
'Ew my bikinis all sandy' Lena said.
'Just chuck on your overtop and go all natural' I laughed.
'Great' she replied as we gathered the rest of our stuff and headed off for lunch.
After lunch we got the boat back to our island, and as we got off a duck flew and gracefully landed on the water, but sadly drenching Lena.
I laughed, her overtop was see-through from water and sticking to her hardened nipples.
'What!' she yelled at me, it was a priority for lean to always look her best.
I tapped one of her beasts twice and she looked down, gasped, then laughed. As I turned around she grabbed the string on the back of my bikini, and it fell down, also revealing my boobs to the onlookers, including old fisher men that yelled,
'give us a twirl, girls!'
We exchanged looks and ran back home, still laughing we stripped off and jumped in the two headed shower.
I was first out. Our house was over looking bush area, and you could see the sea. Our bedroom had huge French doors you could open right up, with a little balcony, it was a great view.
I moisturised and stood in my bra and knickers, looking at the view. Lena was busy doing her faux tanning when the door bell rang, it was the guys we had meet the night before. I invited them in and were soon all holding a beer in our hands, getting some good afternoon sun.
'What's happening tonight?' asked Ryan
'There's a beach party on at the bay, we should go there? I replied
'Yeah sounds good' everyone agreed.
'Me and Ellie are cooking for her parents tonight, we'll meet you at the end of the street, grab some wine and walk round?' Lena said while drowning her 3rd drink.
At 8.30 me and Lena had finally cleaned up, and got dressed.
The room looked like a bomb had gone off, shoes, bags, dresses and bras everywhere.
We headed down the road to meet the boys.
Ryan's uncle owned the local pub, and he had a ready bottle of Vodka ready for me and Lena. We finished the bottle before we got there.
I drunkenly said to Lena,
' Lenni, pull down your skirt, you look like a skank' and I grabbed the back of her skirt and ran ahead, as she followed and yelled,
'SKANK' pulling at mine.
When we finally got to the bay the sun was almost set. Lena scooped out the most attractive guy and began drunkenly flirting with him.
Did I mention me and Lena both had boyfriends back home?
Mine had hooked up with another girl at New Years so I was drinking away my sorrow. And Lena's was stuck in the Coromandal with my best guy friend Josh.
Unfortunately Lena had cheated on him 3 times already since we got here. Little did I know there would be another 2 added to the list tonight.
I looked around for people I knew, and all I saw was Lena hooking up with some guy on the bank, I laughed and turned as Mario called my name. I couldn't help but notice how attractive Mario was, but I was too in love with my cheating boyfriend back home to care too much.
Mario was a gentlemen, and one that knew I had been hurt by what happened with my boyfriend. He came up with a big smile and a warming hug. I was met with his now familiar scent of fresh linen and sandalwood. We began chatting and he shook his head, pointing behind my back towards the bank; Lena was giving the guy head, while all the other guys that couldn't get any, filmed it.
I ran up to her, pulling her off, as she fell to the ground, pulling me down. She was far too drunk.
I may have also been drunk, but I could control myself , at that stage.